Hell Is a Grocery Store

I have to be willing to subject myself to a Safeway’s Fisher-Price police state to buy ice cream?by Vivian McCallThe ice cream was my breaking point.
When I want it, I’m usually having a bad day. The locks made it worse. 
Unbreakable. Comically large. Glittering. Silvery. Affixed to the top right-hand corner of the glass door. I could see the primo shit I was willing to shell out $10 for: the vanilla Häagen-Dazs. I had two options. Smash the glass with my forehead, or smash